incapable that it is impossible to hope to get him safely off the premises in time; especially as, in his drunken independence, the only notice he takes of the news is first to "hope the old gentleman's very well;" secondly, to advise his son, if he doesn't want him, to "send him back again;" and, lastly, to offer to fight him, then and there.
Philolaches. Who's that asleep there? Wake him up,
do, Delphium!
Delphium. Callidamates! Callidamates—wake! (shaking him.)
Call. (looking up drowsily). I am awake—all right.
Pass us the bottle.
Delph. Oh, do awake, pray do! His father's come—
From abroad, you know! (Shakes him again.)
Call. (just opening his eyes). All right—hope 's pretty well.
Phil. (angrily). He's well enough, you ass!—I'm very bad.
Call. Bad! why,—what 's 'matter?
Phil. Do get up, I say,
And go—my father's come.
Call. (drowsily). Father's come, is he?
Tell him—go back again. What the deuce 's want here?
Phil. (in despair). What shall I do? Zounds! he'll be
here in a minute,
And find this drunken ass here in my company,
And all the rest of ye. And I've no time—
Beginning to dig a well when you're dying of thirst,—
That's what I'm doing; just beginning to think
What I'm to do, and here's my father come!
Tranio (looking at Call.) He's put his head down and
gone to sleep again!
